News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1887-02-10

which even mouse could make his way
in. How had Foxen accomplished it
As we asked this question of each other
the watch and I've had pale faces.
] Perhaps you will argue that the paddock
on that particular door was after all un-
locked, and that he went in by the
door. In the first place, in reply, he
could not have left the cell without
arousing the watch, even had the latter
, been doing, which was barely possible.
In the next place, how could he replace
the paddock after entering ] have no
| theories about it. l am relating Incl
dents just as they occurred, and it is for
you to form theories.
Just week before The day fixed for
his execution Foxen called me into the
corridor just as he had awakened from
sleep lasting several hours. He had
more inquiry and anxiety in his face than
had ever detected before.
= Ind Kill any onei" he brusquely
demanded as he stopped short in his
walk.
Certainly, you did,
'Who was it, and when2'
looked full into his face to see if he
was joking, but there was nothing but
seriousness there.
"You killed farmer named Stevens
about five months ago, and week frem
to-day you are to be hanged.
What" he screamed almost jump.
ing clear off the floor.
repeated the statement.
''My God!" he gasped. I did not
kill him! They must not hang mew
The evidence against you was so
positive that the lawyer assigned you
could not find the slightest foothold to
help you. There are the blood stains
on your garments to this day."
81 murderer! l to be hanged" he
repeated in an increduious tone. 'Who
was my lawyerT Where is heG ! must
see him at once"
1T is too late. No lawyer can save
you now. Tomorrow / shall begin the
erection of the gallows."
As he looked at me his face paled, he
trembled in every limb, and his eyes
dilated as the eyes of one beholding
some terrible apparition. He = as no
more Foxen in look than he was like the
man he murdered. | would, indeed,
have sworn that he was some one else
a man whom had never seen before
Good God! but is it so?" he walled
out, lifting his arms high over his head;
and then he dropped down on a stool
and held his face in his hands for long
time. | went softly out, feeling a sym
pathy for him for the first time and
when he rose up it was to go to his cell
without another word. An hour later
he came out. 1t was Foxen again,
churlish, distrustful, defiant.
Next morning | began the erection of
the gallows. The site for it was direct
ly in front of one of the corridor win
dows, and Foxen could not help but see
what was going on. He watched the
men at work for an hour without saying
a word. Then he suddenly turned to the
watch and inquired:
SIS 1t the gallows"
eyes"
''For me?'
eyes"
A look of puzzled wonderment came
tG his face. and was succeeded by that
some expression of terror lie easped
several times before he could get his
voice, and then moaned: sit wasn't me
oh, it couldn't have been mer'
With that he walked away to his cell,
and at noontime the watch went in to
arouse him, and found him dead and
cold. The eyes were rolled back, the
jaw fallen, and the death pallor was
very marked stronger l thought, than
on the previous occasions. l called in
the same doctors, and again they de-
clared the man dead. l exhibited my
orders from the Governor regarding a
post mortem, and they began work at
once. The heart was removed, and it
was certain that life would never again
return to that cold clay. He had cheated
the gallows, but had paid for the crime
with his life just the same
Now, who was he2 This query was
answered two weeks after his death i
a way which could not admit of a mis-
take. He was Andrew Ford, and his
residence was in city on the Mississippi
River. He had been away fro home
six months, and before his sudden going
was suspected of insanity. Those who
looked upon his dead face and then at
Foxen's photograph could not connect
the two. The photograph was that of
surly villain. The face was that of an
honest man. How could three mothers
be mistaken, you ask? That is only one
of dozen questions I would also ask,
and have often asked, but no one has
given me any satisfaction.